After straightening his clothes and waiting a moment, Adrian guessed that Rachel must have reached the hall by now, so he headed outside. Reminiscing about the earlier burst and Rachel's pitiable collapse on the floor, a slight smirk curled at the corners of his mouth—he wasn't fooled by her act. If Rachel really wanted to avoid him, why would she come to this party after the Oscars? She knew all too well that he attended every one of them.
Besides, she had deliberately walked past him several times, pretending to be intimately engaged in conversation with other men. The hint of submissive satisfaction that flashed through her eyes when he'd tweaked her cheek betrayed her true intentions.
